rain falls staccato
on tin roof, disconnecting
yesterday
soft sounds soothe
feeling of faltering soul;
mind gathers thoughts
from autumn wreath-
new, primed, poised
and fresh
into garland
of hope, faith and love
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"rain falls staccato
on tin roof, disconnecting
yesterday "
This is such a strong opening and the visual here is so amazing. From there on he grabbed hold and gently led. A beautiful garland - a well rounded poem.
So pleased to have read this today. Thank you.
~Pamela 
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Thank you
Pamela. It's always a treasure to hear from you. Blessings. Frans
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How beautifully you draw us to that wreath we all have a connection w ith, yet an individual one. It is Every Wreath!
Garlands for celebration , and such is what I believe. Although, I am selfish enough to want not to let go of some, I do know it is a happy birthday elsewhere. Grief does teach us a great deal about our inner belief systems.
I have always said, "If we truly had faith, we would celebrate. Death has its way of testing that faith we proclaim.
Hope is such a wispy word. It ebbs and flows according to the depth of those tests we go through. And, lvoe.. ah, love... sometimes, I believe we know love best when it has been truly known...when it has been deeply physical, intellectual, emotional and spiritual...and we have lost to to something beyond our ken.
Bravo!
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have taken to your poetry - it speaks to me. Wish I had more time to write what I think and feel. Anyway, thanks that you take time to comment on mine; I so appreciate this. Frans
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a garland of hope, faith and love...that is all we need to wear and carry into tomorrow. this poem reminds me of how lucky we are to be able to still make yesterdays... lovely poetry, Frans.
~ Nicolette
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Dankie
Adjusted the lines; think this will now read better. I appreciate your comments. Frans
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